How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

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“I asked them to make it light so that you’d feel better.”

“No, everything is so good. I guess I was just really nervous. Thank you for your concern.”

 

What here doesn’t suit my taste?

 

The scent of the cherry jam applied smoothly on the thin bread, hot onion soup, and fish meat covered with an unknown sauce was absolutely tempting.

 

I was always madly hungry.

 

It’s not that I never wanted to eat, but that I ate at a place where I had no choice but to throw up.

 

In that sense, it was rather more comfortable to have a ball-like event.

 

No one cared about who ate what in those events.

 

The only person who could control me was myself.

 

Ellenia, who stared at me for a while, smiled like a happy child, and soon told me to finish up.

 

After a while, the empty plates were taken away. A fragrant tea and a simple dessert came out.

 

“As you know, here in Elendale, it’s crowded every summer, so I ask for your understanding that my brother might be a little late. My father will not return to the capital until the end of the month due to political issues. I’m sorry for the lack of hospitality.”

 

“Oh, no, I’m fine, I do not mind it.”

 

“Since my mother’s death, I’ve been living in this mansion. I was in charge of the housekeeping, but I can change it to the Lady’s preference. If you don’t like it or if you’re uncomfortable with it, you can ask a maid to switch things.”

 

Ah, ‘the Lady’. A strange and awkward title.

 

I pretended to fiddle with the teacup, my eyes gazing downwards.

 

“Thank you for your consideration, but I’d rather it stay the same for a while. I’m not used to the customs here yet and I’m afraid I’ll get in trouble if I go too far.”

 

With that impassive look on her face, Ellenia, who had put the teacup down, stared straight at me again.

 

“There’s nothing to worry about. No one would dare think of you like that.”

 

Formal words. Businesslike reactions.

 

Nevertheless, there were signs of her being surprised and anxious. I smiled innocently as if I didn’t know anything and changed the subject.

 

” More importantly, I’d like to ask you something else.”

 

“Feel free to ask me anything.”

 

“Can you just call me Ruby for the time being?”

 

Ellenia did not immediately reply.

 

I looked carefully at her perfect poker face and pretended to swallow in nervousness.

 

I knew what was coming, I’m honestly clueless of

 

“All right.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Uwah, thank you!”

 

trembling. I quickly let go of her hands and moved

 

“It’s fine.”

 

can I call you

 

be nice to be comfortable

 

couldn’t imagine this cold beauty, being comfortable with someone. She calmly lowered her

 

as if she was sighing, “It’s not good to act too kind. Too much humility can

 

didn’t mean it out of

 

an implicit suggestion that if we both were hiding our true colors, we should get to know each other comfortably and

 

let go of her guard against me already, but I think she succeeded

 

didn’t want people here to

 

who is not like the others in the Borgia family. A mild-mannered fool, unlike rumors

 

misunderstood. I’ll try hard so

 

gazed

 

she looked like at the end. Blood clots stuck

 

show you where you’re going to

 

the window with the curtains

 

extended all the way here and

 

me behind the line, looking

 

decorate the room,

 

it very

 

around the mansion tomorrow. If you like any other room…

 

I like the view. I’ve always wanted a room with a

 

I held her hand this

 

a slightly subdued

 

“It’s fine, Ellen.”

 

wanted to sleep. I knew it would be the same from

 

rather, I felt

 

way, my goal was not to win his love.

 

tall maid like a pole over Ellenia’s shoulder, looking silently at me. To describe

 

of ridicule and contempt, but it

 

is familiar and

 

***

 

Cold.

 

notice my teeth chattering

 

little cold at dawn even if it’s summer, but

 

the blanket tightly and trembling, I soon found out that the fire in the

 

lit everywhere at night in aristocratic houses in the northern

 

that could be built from an official monk or someone higher in

 

like a

 

knew well that it couldn’t turn off on its

 

childish thing? The maid from

 

“Achoo!”

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